This is a song about "Dropping threes"

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

I'm on task, but rappers be dropping x like they're malcolm,

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

And i just shit all on you i call that dropping logs.

Dropping them bombs? yes i be

Oops, i'm so sorry

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I was born to do the damn thing

Or just full on dropping

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

Unknowingly your dropping down into the depths/

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends